Carter Lloyd froze when he saw Camille. Squinting at her, he recognized her as the woman he had worked for many years ago. Despite the wrinkles and dark circles under her eyes, she was unmistakable. His eyes darted around, searching for anyone accompanying her, but she seemed to have come alone. How had she still managed to track him down with the old address?
Camille studied Carter. His once-familiar features had aged, his back slightly hunched, and his appearance unkempt. He looked far from the man she remembered—dirty, disheveled, and almost repugnant. His gray hair and weary demeanor made him appear older than his years. Despite the time that had passed, his sly grin and calculating eyes remained unchanged.
"Carter Lloyd," Camille greeted, glancing around to ensure no one saw her.
